Big Frank Dickinson in his recent trip to the town of his youth discovered some poetry that had been forgotten in the attic. These were Big Frank scribbles from his grad school days - yes, there are advanced degrees in both Mayoral Comportment and Jewel Thievery. Be that as it may, below are four artifacts.
THE PIG
While in a field collecting colors,
I saw a pig fall in a stream.
I ran for rope,
And he found grey-gold-green.
CREATIVITY
This bowl cannot be filled,
Lines fall off the page.
Like rabbits reared in cages,
Store-bought lettuce fed,
They don't so much produce as
Repeat.
WE
Though we will be
What we are not.
Still,
We will be
What we are.
PLAY
While playing as a child,
I never understood the smile
On my grandmother's face.
She was only watching.
I didn't know then
That a raindrop striking a window
Expands not to itself,
But to the beholder.
INSIDE DRAGONS' TEETH
Inside dragons' teeth they find
Intense desire,
Compacted climb.
Inside dragons' teeth they find
A weightless feeling,
Without time.
Inside dragons' teeth they find
Controlled seance,
Sheets unwound.
Inside the dragon's tooth
My mind
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Big Frank,
I just finished watching the CBS program, "Sunday Morning". Bill Geist had a segment on how January is "get organized month" and showed a variety of messy offices. He concluded with a statement that it is generally believed that people with messy offices are more efficient than the clean offices. And then quoted Einstein who said, if the state of your desk is reflective of your state of mind, (a messy desk shows a messy mind) then what does that say of someone with an empty desk?
Big Frank,
We await more of your wisdom. Publish or perish my friend!
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